Love

The man has this hilarious yet amazing skill of naming things no one would ideally ever think to name. We have Barry the fridge, Nutty the groundnut bottle, John Bull the headphones, Junior and Pretty the biceps, not forgetting Victor and Hugo, a pair of white geese in my shagz that walk around the home…

I have been through the hustle of not being first choice on very many instances, that for a while it began to feel like home. For one reason or another there always has to be a better person or a more worthwhile endeavor that in more instances than one, involves someone that is not me.…

I walked into a KFC in town on Good Friday,expecting to have the time of my life slurping on their to-die for ice cream. Seriously, their ice cream is out of this world. Isn’t any ice cream? They say you can’t buy happiness but you can buy ice cream and that’s pretty much the same…

He never leaves his Number One woman for the other woman. That, my friends, is the blunt truth. Forget Scandal and Mistresses. That shit only happens in movies.Normal men(and by normal I mean those who are not the President of the United States of America who can do whatever the heck he wants with whoever…

You are probably Kenyan, but then again you just might be French, Portuguese, Xhosa, Ugandan, American, Igbo…Who knows, you might even be Chinese! You might be somewhere in Antarctica, doing some geeky research on polar bears, you might be in a class wishing that the old boring man of a lecturer will finish up because…